Ka—
In the crisp sound of friction, the delicate trembling of the spring echoed.
The skinny craftsman next to Ji Jue raised his hand, and the music box opened. A sparse and chilling melody rose from the box, filling the entire workshop. Everyone's movements remained calm as usual, quietly taking out boxes one by one, distributing items, disguising themselves, without a single person raising their head to look outside.
The giant eye's act of opening and drawing closer abruptly stopped, its hollow pupil reflecting an illusory scene, unable to transcend time.
At the moment the melody played, time inside the workshop began to accelerate by hundreds of times, causing everything outside to become as slow as a turtle's crawl.
Without any sign or anomaly, being in it felt perfectly normal, as in the reverberation of the music box's melody, everything naturally operated at high speed.
